and I’m not sure where it landed
In this field of rocks and dirt
It seems like it was abandoned!
A little patience - a little time
to bridle the un-bridled zeal
The fruit & stem, the leaf & twig…
The perfect time to reveal
The sun it shines, the rain it falls
the wind through the trees will lurk
To warm the soil, and
make right the conditions…
the miracle to do its work
Where did it go, my little seed?
I have not seen it in such a long time…
Just waiting it was, for just the right season
The warmth, the sun and the clime
But when the blade
broke through the ground
the spot was not in dispute!
Right there! That’s where it is…
It’s presence without refute
So I trust the one
Who told me to plant
And trust his timing as well
For ripened fruit
And tell the story
Of the little seed…
who had inside
the power of the universe,
and patiently waited
till the time was right…
it’s secret to disperse!